We ring the doorbell and Christina answers wearing a white t-shirt, stretched tightly across her chest and hanging down just below her crotch.
“Hi, Nick.” Christina says, standing in the doorway. “Your dad’s not here.”
“I know.” I say. “I didn’t come to see him.”
“Really?” She smiles, opening the door. “I’m surprised! The way you took off yesterday, I never thought I’d see you again. You must have liked it, huh?” She asks, noticing Maggie for the first time. “Who’s this? It’s not your mom, is it?” She asks, obviously appalled at the idea.
“No.” I answer. “This is Maggie.” I say, introducing them.
“Come on in.” She says, looking Maggie over suspiciously. “Wow! Who did your tits?” She asks, checking out Maggie’s braless tits as they jiggle inside her halter-top.
“God.” Maggie answers, turning to me. “Let’s just do this.” She says, disgustedly. I pull out the transmitter, put in the ear buds and dial in Christina’s frequency, before she realizes what’s going on.
“Christina.” I say, pressing the button. “We’d like a tour of the house, beginning with the recording equipment room.
“Have her lose the t-shirt, Nick.” Maggie laughs. “I want to see what makes a man leave his wife.” She says bitterly.
“Christina, take off your t-shirt and show us to the control room.” I tell her. She immediately pulls the t-shirt over her head and drapes it over the handrail as she starts walking up the spiral staircase. We follow her, watching her ass cheeks ripple into alternating round bubbles as she walks up the stairs. My cock stiffens as her pussy lips come into view with each step.
“Easy boy.” Maggie cautions, her eyes on my bulging crotch. “None of that for you today.” She laughs.
“I know, but you’ve got to admit she has a great ass.” I answer, as we reach the top of the stairs and turn to the right.
“This is the control room.” Christina says, in a dull monotone voice, as she opens a door. We step inside what was once a bedroom, but now looks like a NASA control center. There are computers and monitors on a counter top all along one wall and a big screen, plasma monitor on a sidewall. On the wall opposite the computers are shelves with hundreds of DVDs and in the center of the room is a large sofa with ottomans in front of it making it as big as a bed. It is obviously set up so that you can relax while you’re watching whatever is on the plasma screen.
“Explain how this works.” I tell Christina, as I adjust my hard cock. “Use your normal voice with normal intonations.” I add, because I really can’t stand that transmitter-induced monotone. Christina is facing us and I can’t help but stare at her pussy and the thin strip of hair over it.
“What the fuck is that?” Maggie asks, pointing to Maggie’s mound. “Why doesn’t she just shave it? Is that supposed to be sexy?” She asks. “Do you find that sexy, Nick?” Maggie asks me.
“Not particularly, Maggie.” I answer, anxious to get on with the explanation. “But that’s what you see in all the men’s magazines.” I answer.
“Hmmm.” She answers, obviously contemplating her own untrimmed, hairy mound.
“Each of these computers controls several cameras.” Christina explains. “The video is recorded directly onto the hard drive of each computer. It is set up to record all the time. We can monitor it real time, or pull up a recorded segment of video. Each computer has a one terabyte hard drive and depending on how many cameras are attached to it, will record for about eight hours. Once the hard drive is full, it automatically begins recording over the earliest files. Sort of like the DVR on your TV.”
“Where is the video of us in the exercise room yesterday?” I ask Christina.
“It’s over here.” She says, sitting down at a computer and typing a few keystrokes. The plasma monitor comes to life, displaying full size video of Christina and I fucking on the rowing machine.
“Holy shit!” Maggie exclaims, moving closer to the monitor for a better look. “Your tits hardly move at all.” Maggie says, turning to Christina and hefting one breast with her hand. “Damn, that’s heavy.” She laughs. “Tell her to burn a DVD and then erase the original video.” Maggie says, turning to me. “Also tell her, that as she shows us around the house, she will get progressively more aroused.” I do as she says and Christina inserts a blank DVD into the computer’s drive and clicks the mouse a few times. A tracking bar appears on the screen, telling us that it is 2% complete.
As the DVD is burning, Christina gives us a tour of the rest of the house. My cock is rock solid, as I follow this naked beauty from room to room. Her nipples are hardening and her pussy lips glistening from the moisture seeping from her pussy, as her arousal level gradually increases.
There are four bedroom suites upstairs, each complete with it’s own oversized bathroom, mirrored walls and ceilings, huge California king-size bed, and a balcony overlooking the pool and Jacuzzi. Downstairs is a humongous living room with a full bar, overstuffed couches and loveseats, a state of the art kitchen and of course the exercise room. When the tour is over, Christina takes us back up to the control room, ejects the DVD and deletes the video file.
“This also includes the shower and the bedroom segments.” She says, as she hands it to me, her breath coming in short gasps. I ignore Maggie’s raised eyebrows.
“What now?” I ask Maggie.
“Tell her to forget we were ever here.” Maggie says, contemplating her next suggestion. “Tell her that we are invisible and she can’t see or hear us. Then tell her she is incredibly horny and needs to get relief by herself. Tell her to do whatever she would normally do, but not to orgasm until you tell her she can.” Maggie says, glancing at the obvious tent in the front of my pants. I give Christina the commands and she immediately heads downstairs. We watch her on the monitors as she makes her way to the exercise room.
“I watched her do this.” Maggie says, sitting down at the computer that controls the exercise room camera. “I think if I click this…” Maggie says, clicking the mouse and the exercise room video appears live on the wall-mounted plasma screen. “Let’s get comfortable.” She says, taking off her halter-top and pulling down her shorts and panties.
“You are shameless!” I say, stripping off my shirt and pants, and then pulling my jockey shorts down, freeing my aching cock. On the monitor, Christina is getting something from the cabinet and attaching it to the rowing machine.
“Oh, look at this!” Maggie says, picking up a joystick, that’s sitting next to the couch. There are numbered buttons along the base and Maggie pushes the one that corresponds to the number on the computer, she was using. Looking at the big screen, she presses the joystick forward and it zooms in on Christina’s ass. Pulling back it zooms out, displaying the entire room. Moving left and right, swivels the camera in that direction.
“Cool!” I say. “Let me try.” Maggie hands me the joystick and I zoom in on what Christina is doing.